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Chapter 315: It’s not that I won’t retaliate, it’s that the time has not come yet

Zhu Yuwen walked on the street blankly, feeling very heavy.

His precious camera was broken, and he couldn’t remember when it was broken.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself on the road to reporting back to the club.

My throat felt a little uncomfortable, as if it was clogged after drinking fake wine, and even after coughing twice, it still didn't get better.

Somewhat out of breath.

I returned to the newspaper office, sat down and unbuttoned the collar of my shirt, and drank two sips of the herbal tea left on the table. The symptoms still did not relieve, but became more and more uncomfortable.

"Xiao Zhu, what's wrong?"

"It's okay, my throat is a little uncomfortable, maybe I caught a cold."

Zhu Yuwen covered his throat and smiled with difficulty.

The editor advised earnestly: "The principal of Qinghe Middle School is Zhou Yaowen. Don't mess with this old guy. If you cause trouble, I will have to wipe your butt."

The readers were delighted, and the popularity of the newspaper naturally increased.

"That's a hot cold!"

If the editor hadn't asked such a question, Zhu Yuwen might not have been able to remember it. At the moment he spoke, his throat tightened again, making his voice become particularly weird.

"Okay, I'll go there now."

The editor-in-chief is in his fifties, has a rosy complexion, and seems to be in good health, but he still looks sad as he looks at the manuscripts on the table.

It is still difficult to take photos of couples on the street these days. Generally speaking, young men and women who dare to openly hold hands on the street are probably from a different status, or they are likely to be readers who know how to read newspapers.

The editor-in-chief frowned upon hearing this.

"Zhou Yaowen is a bitch!"

Zhu Yuwen felt no burden about this: "They don't have school uniforms anyway. As long as they don't take pictures of the sign at the school gate, who knows which school it is. If we don't admit it, we'll be done with it."

We can fall in love freely, what kind of people are you to dare to fall in love? If you don't go to school and study well, you are wasting taxpayers' money, and you must despise it! Disgusted severely!

"Only Qinghe Middle School is a co-educational boarding school. It's not easy to produce films in other places."

The colleague next to him laughed, obviously not taking his symptoms seriously.

"Qinghe Middle School? Didn't I tell you not to go to Qinghe Middle School?"

His precious camera was broken and he didn’t know if it could be repaired. Zhu Yuwen didn’t know how to explain it to the editor.

"...Qinghe Middle School."

"Where did you go? Did you come back after so long?"

The poor students at Qinghe Middle School don't matter, they can't make any waves. The most important thing is that readers like it too.

"Did you catch a cold on this hot day?"

He walked into the editor's office nervously.

"By the way, the editor-in-chief is still looking for you!"

Zhu Yuwen disagreed, saying that the president's cronies were actually just old losers who had failed in the struggle and were squeezed out. If he could be the mayor, he might even take a high look at it. Now I am reduced to being the principal of a useless school. What is the difference between me and those old men from the previous dynasty?
Although I'm just a reporter, I just don't like him. I dare to mock him in front of him. What can he do to me?

But for some reason, after saying this, his back suddenly became cold.

The temperature in the room dropped instantly.

Inexplicable fear surged into my heart.

He still wanted to force himself to say a few words, but when he looked up, he saw the horrified expression on the face of the editor opposite.

what happened?
When the wet and rough rope was put around his neck, Zhu Yuwen had not yet reacted.

The next moment, the rope suddenly tightened.

A strange sound came from Zhu Yuwen's throat. His body was forcibly dragged and floated into the air little by little. No matter how hard he struggled, it was of no avail. The editor-in-chief looked at what was happening in front of him in horror. He suddenly realized something and immediately picked up the phone and started dialing.

But before he could dial the first number, the same rope was put around his head and dragged him from his seat to the corner.

A pair of white feet landed quietly on the editor's desk.

Zhou Qing picked up the manuscript on the table and flipped through its contents.

"Underage girls disappeared continuously, suspected to be involved in religious conflicts..."

"Back then, courtesans were forced to work in factories, and their beauty and beauty were no longer..."

"The director of Lantian Flour Mill kept an outside wife, and the doctor came to catch him..."

"XX department is suspected of excessive use of violence, causing public disgust..."

Her eyes fell on one of the manuscripts.

The title of that manuscript was "On the Ten Weird Current Situations of the New Society and the Bad Characters of the Chinese People."

Pen name, Songbai Gong.

There were noisy voices outside the door.

When a newspaper publishes a newspaper, it must be typeset and sent to a printing factory for printing, and then sent to street newsstands the next day, so it is normal to work overtime at night.

It's already dark, and there are still many people who haven't gotten off work yet.

In the past two days, the streets were in chaos and hot news was everywhere. The reporters were as passionate about their work as if they were celebrating the New Year.

The two people hanging in the office had lost the ability to struggle, leaving only slight body twitches, and a foul smell began to appear in their crotches.

The moment Zhou Qing turned her gaze to the door, the ropes flexibly slipped out from under the door as if given life.

There was the sound of a water glass falling to the ground and breaking, and soon it became completely quiet.

Zhou Qing picked up the manuscript signed Songbai Gong and walked out of the door.

At this moment, the phone on the table suddenly rang.

She hesitated for a while, then raised her hand to pick up the phone.

Principal Zhou's voice actually came from the phone.

"Zhou Qing, come back."

The girl who was about to be blinded by murderous thoughts suddenly shuddered. Like a good student who was caught by her parents peeking at extracurricular books, she subconsciously shrank her neck and wanted to crush the microphone.

not me! wrong number!

"You don't listen to me now?"

Qinghe Middle School, principal's office, Zhou Yaowen handed the microphone to Wang Yunxiao: "Call her back!"

Wang Yunxiao pouted, took the phone and fed it, but what he heard was a busy signal of hang up.

"She died."

He came to see Principal Zhou originally because he wanted to tell him about Cui Xiaoying's mother and daughter, and see if he could solve the accommodation problem. He had no intention of covering up Zhou Qing.

He thought that Principal Zhou would not mind such nosy matters.

Unexpectedly, Principal Zhou was like a prophet who predicted the future. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "You let Zhou Qing go out to kill people. Do you think ghosts will not have to bear the consequences for killing people?"

Wang Yunxiao was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously retorted: "Sir, ghosts killing people and ghosts seeking lives are two different things, right?"

Before you accused Zhou Qing of murder, why didn't you mention whether the person who caused her to hang herself should bear the consequences?

Principal Zhou said angrily: "What's the difference? As long as she kills people, she will accumulate karma. What if she really turns into a ghost without intelligence?"

(End of this chapter)